Quotes About Adventure

Always explore a new town on an empty stomach. It sharpens the vision. Leave the main thoroughfare immediately. Spend your time dawdling or just sitting.

Time is like this boat that you are on. You can't see who is steering it, but it is taking you to weird unknown and sometimes awful or terrifying places.

But — but — it's twelve miles,' they spluttered in chorus. 'You can't walk. It's impossible! It's too far!' Strolling along the empty road in the sunshine, between the paddy fields spreading flat to humpy hills, I didn't care even if they were right.

Facing me was a stone pillar, half hidden in the grass, some worn hieroglyphs carved down its side. The hillside rose right behind in a tangle of trees. Laboriously I read the characters one by one: 'Old — Barrier — of — Shirakawa'. It had taken me five and a half hours.

Man journeys in darkness, and his destiny journeys toward him," he said, and traveled on.

She soars with eagles and navigates by rainbows.

It was as if a rocket had exploded inside him, flooding all the dark places in his mind with light when he had caught up in that dynamic moment with the lead his instinct for adventure had given him.

The following year, Leslie married an American, Barbara Meyer, who'd accompanied him to Tenerife. In early 1938, Charteris and his new bride set off in a trailer of his own design and spent eighteen months travelling round America and Canada.

This," the Saint said to nobody in particular, "sounds like one of those stories that fellow Charteris might write.

Simon Templar was a man who couldn't help spreading melodrama all around him like an infectious disease.

And it is also the story of Norman Kent, who was his friend, and how at one moment in that adventure he held the fate of two nations, if not of all Europe, in his hands; how he accounted for that stewardship; and how, one quiet summer evening, in a house by the Thames, with no melodrama and no heroics, he fought and died for an idea.

Simon Templar, with the old careless swashbuckling days behind him, more stern and sober, playing bigger games than he had ever touched before – yet with the light of all the old ideals in blue eyes that would never grow old, and all the old laughing hell-for-leather recklessness waiting for his need.

You can take me to Petra, and sing for me in the ruins." "Insha'Allah.

I knew I would stay in this town when I found the blue enamel pot floating in the lake. The pot led me to the house, the house led me to the book, the book to the lawyer, the lawyer to the whorehouse, the whorehouse to science, and from science I joined the world.

We're too young to close the door to anything in our lives.

The noble kind of curiosity is what makes a person face danger to see where a great river begins, or what's across the oceans. There's an even more noble kind of curiosity that causes us to ask Who made the river, and what's beyond the heavens.

Dive into newness and discover another you.

Everything leads somewhere and therefore can lead you out of anywhere.

Having the rug pulled from under one, and flying magic carpets -- cousin events?

I had to weave and play around with a honey bear, you know, and I could wrestle with him a little bit, but there's no way you can even wrestle a honey bear, let alone a grizzly bear that's standing ten feet to eleven feet tall! Can you imagine? But it was fascinating to work that close to that kind of animal.

I think I am at the end of a certain phase of my life. What I'm on the lookout for now is the unexpected, for things that come from outside and that I never thought might happen. Sometimes you have to watch for them so you don't automatically say no to the new, simply because you're in the habit of saying no to everything that comes along.

Look at it this way: there are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100%, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.

Let loose the lines holding you to the shore and sail into the deep.

I loved fantasy, but I particularly loved the stories in which somebody got out of where they were and into somewhere better - as in the 'Chronicles Of Narnia ' 'The Wizard Of Oz ' 'The Phantom Tollbooth ' the 'Dungeons &amp Dragons' cartoon on Saturday morning in the '80s.